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Yangyang Publishing House is the largest publishing house in Dancheng, and its qualifications are relatively old. Therefore, the number of submissions almost every day is quite amazing, and Zhao Xiangnai is the editor and reviewer of Xinggao Publishing House. Each time is basically a week. Zhao Xiangnai is the editor and reviewer of Xinggao Publishing House.

Xiang Bian will sort through the manuscripts received. As a relatively long-standing publishing house in Dancheng, it receives thousands of manuscripts a week, which is relatively small.

Zhao Xiang has been working as an editor and reviewer for ten years. During these ten years, Zhao Xiang has almost done it step by step. Therefore, he also has enough pride and pride. When he gradually finished reviewing each manuscript, Zhao Xiang

He also shook his head slightly.

"It seems that there are fewer and fewer really good manuscripts!"

While shaking his head, Zhao Xiang opened a new manuscript.

"The Legend of Wukong, Zhao Ze."

"Good words!"

Zhao Xiang's eyes lit up when he saw these powerful book titles and author names. For a rigorous person like him, he always writes essays with words, and the words are like people. However, when Zhao Xiang opened the manuscript, when

After reading the first chapter, I fell deeply into it.

"Wukong, I'm hungry. Let's find some food." Tang Monk sat down on the stone and said.

"I'm busy, you won't find it by yourself?...It's not like you have no legs." Sun Wukong said, holding the stick.

"Are you busy? What are you busy with?"

"Don't you think this sunset is beautiful?" Sun Wukong said, still looking at the horizon. "Only by looking at this can I keep walking westward every day."

"You can look for it while looking, as long as you don't hit a big tree."

"I don't do anything while watching the sunset!"

"Sun Wukong, you can't do this, you can't bully the bald man like this. If you starve him to death, we won't be able to find the West, we won't be able to find the West, and the curse on us will never be lifted." Zhu Bajie said.

"Bah! When will it be your pig-headed turn to speak!"

"What did you say? Who did you call a pig?!"

"It's not a pig, it's a pig's head! Hum hum hum..." Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and sneered.

"How dare you say that again!" Zhu Bajie held up the rake and was about to rush up.

"What's the fuss about? I'm going to sleep! I have to roll away and fight!" Monk Sha yelled.

The three villains glared.

"Fight, let's fight, one will be killed or the other will be killed." Tang Monk stood up, "You are the uncles, I will go find food for you, okay? It's better to let the monster eat me, then you can just cry."

"

...

Looking at it bit by bit, Zhao Xiang seems to have completely integrated into this place. You must know that "Journey to the West" is also one of China's four great masterpieces in this world. Zhao Xiang has always believed that Sun Wukong is a tragic hero.

And here, he seemed to see a lonely monkey, a lone hero.

"I finally understood that the golden cudgel in my hand cannot reach the sky or reach the sea. There is no Monkey King, only a little monkey."

With these words echoing in his mind, Zhao Xiang seemed to be able to feel Sun Wukong's helpless state.

"If the sky presses on me and splits the sky, if the earth restrains me and tramples the ground to pieces, we will be born free, who dares to stand high above us."

At this time, Zhao Xiang, at first glance, was almost out of control. At this time, Zhao Xiang had already forgotten that he was an editor. In fact, Zhao Xiang even forgot about time. He was completely integrated into the story.

"Xiao Zhao, it's already this hour, why aren't you off work yet?"

Just as he was looking fascinated, a voice interrupted Zhao Xiang.

"Ah, editor-in-chief."

Zhao Xiang, who was still immersed in the story and couldn't extricate himself, looked up slightly confused. When he saw someone, he was startled and finally came out of the story. He quickly explained: "Editor-in-Chief, I am reading the manuscript submitted by the author.

I was fascinated by it, it was written like the "The Legend of Wukong", but it is different from the famous book."

"Really? It actually made our great talent Zhao cry. It should be quite good. I'll go back and have a look." As he said that, the man put the manuscript directly into his bag, and then gave a few words,

And left.

Looking at the back of his editor-in-chief leaving, Zhao Xiang secretly felt regretful because he hadn't finished reading it yet. However, Zhao Xiang was not in a hurry. He believed that the editor-in-chief would definitely approve such a manuscript.

The next day, when Zhao Xiang looked at the editor-in-chief who was so haggard and his eyes were bloodshot, he was also slightly stunned.

"Zhao Xiang, don't be stunned. Send this person to our Yangyang Publishing House immediately. You must try your best to negotiate with him." Fu Chen quickly ordered.

With that said, Fu Chen walked towards the office. However, Zhao Xiang quickly shouted: "Editor-in-Chief!"

"Well? What? There is something else. Oh, I will talk to him personally. In this case, you can call him and tell him to come over and lie down." Fu Chen looked at Zhao Xiang without moving, frowned slightly, and then said.

As the editor-in-chief of Yangyang Publishing House, Fu Chen's job is also quite complicated. However, Zhao Xiang smiled bitterly and said, "Editor-in-Chief, Zhao Ze who sent the manuscript did not leave a phone number."

"What?" Fu Chen looked puzzled when he heard this, and then asked: "Do you have an address? Just send someone to find it based on the address."

Zhao Xiang smiled bitterly again. He really didn't understand what the hell this writer named Zhao Ze was doing. Since you wanted to submit a manuscript, you didn't leave a phone number or an address. This, this, this is just a joke.

.

"so!"

At this time, Fu Chen made a quick decision and said, "Go directly to the post office here, and then do a simple search. Maybe, this author is a writer who lives alone."

"Okay, I'll go right away!"

Zhao Xiang agreed.

...

"Mr. Zhao, our performance is much worse than other peers."

Li Na frowned slightly at this time. At the same time, she handed the report to Zhao Yi and whispered.

"I understand, Xiao Li, we are a new company after all, and our performance is less. This is normal. Please collect the monthly summaries of each department and I will take a look at it." Zhao Yi rubbed his forehead and then waved his hand.

"well!"

When only Zhao Yi was left in the whole room, Zhao Yi fell heavily on the chair behind him and let out a long sigh.

Zhao Yi thought it would be easy at first, so he invested his own money to open this decoration company. However, in this month, he only signed three orders, which totaled only 100,000 yuan.

Even the profits are not enough to pay wages and rent.

"Ozawa will go to college soon. If he continues to develop at this rate, I'm afraid it will be difficult to come up with tuition fees by then."

Zhao Yi shook his head slightly, looking extremely confused.

The decoration industry in Dancheng has gradually become popular since the second half of last year. It is precisely because of this that Zhao Yi has been planning for a long time this year and established a decoration company not long ago.

However, if you don't join the industry, you don't know the hardships of the industry. You thought that after opening a decoration company, you would have a steady stream of customers and make money. However, Zhao Yi found that it was not that simple at all.

Just when Zhao Yi was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

When Zhao Ze poked his head out, a relaxed smile appeared on Zhao Yi's face, and he chuckled: "Why don't you go home after school? What are you doing here?"

"Haha, dad, let me see your company!"

Zhao Ze smiled lightly and pushed the door open. At this time, Zhao Ze did not know that he was careless. In addition to not writing a phone number, he also forgot to write down his home address because of his rush.

"Is there no pocket money left?"

With that said, Zhao Yi took out two pieces of one hundred Huayuan and handed them to Zhao Ze.

"Dad, I have money."

Instead of accepting the money from Zhao's father, Zhao Ze asked instead: "Dad, is business not doing well recently?"

When he was on Earth, the decoration company run by Zhao Ze's father kept losing money. In the end, he had no choice but to transfer it out in order to prepare for the tuition fees for transferring to another school. But now, Zhao Ze found that this was exactly the same as in his previous life.

"Kid, what do you know? Go back and review as quickly as possible. Dad is still waiting for you to be admitted to Huaxia University." Zhao Yi said with a straight face and a slight wave of his hand.

"Dad, are there very few customers coming to the store every day?" Zhao Ze did not move at this time, but asked seriously.

Seeing Dad Zhao nodded, Zhao Ze said quickly at this time: "Dad, this is an office building. It can be said that there are too many decoration companies on these floors. It is impossible for customers to automatically go to the store.

"

At this point, Zhao Ze stopped, shook his head slightly and said, "Who is the marketing manager? Let me tell him."

As if it was the first time he met his son, Zhao Yi finally chose to believe it. In less than a minute, a young man in his late twenties pushed the door in. Looking at him, Zhao Ze chuckled.

: "Manager Liu, I would like to ask, how do you develop the market?"

"On the one hand, of course, we will do some advertising in various communities, and on the other hand, we will recruit five salesmen to guard the communities." The young man known as Manager Liu said in a crackling voice at this time.

Turned over.

"stop!"

Looking at Manager Liu, Zhao Ze showed a trace of anger: "The low performance of the entire company is due to the very small number of customers, and you, the marketing manager, should bear the main responsibility. Now, I will give you a task.

, I don’t care what method you choose, build a good relationship with the recent properties that are about to be handed over, whether it’s treating them to dinner or giving them gifts, I want the information of all the customers who are handing over houses.”

"This, this, this?" Manager Liu said this for a long time, and then said with a slight embarrassment: "This is a bit bad, isn't it?"

Zhao Ze almost wanted to get angry but laughed instead. For such a nerdy looking guy, he still wants to do business. No wonder his father's company is losing money!

"Three days, if you can't do it within three days, then you can leave." Zhao Ze waved his hand slightly and prepared to let Manager Liu leave.

"Dad, buy five telephones. If Manager Liu can't complete the task, let others come. Don't be afraid to spend money. With the phone list you bought, let these business appointments be made with customers. At the same time, let the designers go and hand over the houses.

Draw the floor plan of the property, and then..."

When Zhao Ze finished speaking, he looked at Father Zhao's slightly astonished eyes and was about to say something, but Father Zhao waved his hand slightly: "Okay, Ozawa, you go home and do your homework. You are still young about this matter.

I don’t understand.”

"Dad, this time, please listen to me." Zhao Ze wanted to say something else, but was kicked out by Zhao Ze.

"I'm going!"

Zhao Ze, who was leaving, was really speechless and asked the sky.

"That's all. If Ozawa is my son, let's give it a try."

Zhao Yi let out a helpless sigh.

If Zhao Ze knew that his own marketing tactics were used by his father out of desperation, he would be so depressed that he would vomit blood.